Mustela Baby Skincare: A Letter To My Exhausted Past Self
You're sitting on the cold hexagon tiles of our Chicago bathroom right now. It's three in the morning. The baby is screaming in the tub. His skin looks like an angry, red topographic map of the Rockies, and you're staring...
The reality of bringing your preemie baby home from the NICU
The hospital sliding doors open and the winter wind hits your face. You're holding a plastic bucket seat containing a human the size of a standard bag of flour. They told you the discharge paperwork was clear and you could...
The Midnight Terror of Silent Reflux (And How We Survived It)
"It's the fenugreek in your dal," my mother-in-law announced via a grainy WhatsApp video call. "Prop his crib mattress on two thick telephone books," a random mother in my neighborhood Facebook group swore. "He just needs to latch longer to...
My 3 AM Battle with the Solly Baby: 15 Feet of Fabric vs Dad
Before my son arrived, everyone had a totally conflicting theory about how I was supposed to carry him around. My sister-in-law told me to just buy a canvas backpack thing with heavy plastic buckles and strap him to my chest...
There Goes My Baby: Surviving the Absurdity of the Newborn Phase
I'm standing in our freezing London kitchen at 4:12 in the morning, holding what appears to be a very angry, red-faced sweet potato wrapped in a slightly damp muslin cloth, when my phone, completely unprompted, shuffles to an R&B playlist...
A Letter To My Past Self: When Can Babies Hold Their Head Up
Dear Past Sarah, You're currently sitting on the faded gray IKEA rug in the living room, the one that already has a weird stain on it from when the dog threw up last Tuesday. You're wearing Mark's old college sweatshirt—the...
How to Choose a Baby Bottle Warmer Without Losing Your Mind
I distinctly remember standing in my kitchen at 3:14 AM with my oldest kid screaming his lungs out in the other room. I was staring bleary-eyed at a frozen bag of breastmilk, listening to the hum of the refrigerator, and...
Baby Acne Treatments That Actually Work According To A Nurse
I was staring at my newborn son's face under the harsh, unforgiving fluorescent light of our master bathroom at three in the morning. He was exactly three weeks old. Just two days prior, he had the kind of perfect, porcelain...
The Brutal Truth About Dressing a Baby Girl (Without Losing Your Mind)
I was sitting on the floor of my living room at eight months pregnant with my oldest, surrounded by a mountain of pink tulle, microscopic denim jackets, and bodysuits with more buttons than a Victorian corset. My baby shower had...